After spending a week having erotic dreams of my first experience, I decided that I needed more. I had kept the phone numbers of the two studs that I had played with and decided to give them both a call.
I was very nervous about meeting them again. So I suggested we meet for drinks and a chat, after all, I did not want to either lead them on or put myself in a difficult situation.
We agreed to meet in a local hotel bar, that evening. Now, of course, the next challenge was what to wear. Going through the small selection of clothes I had brought with me, I selected my favourite black lace bra and g string set. I paired it with a gorgeous red silk dress; it was skin tight and was short enough to just about cover my butt cheeks. Then came the black lace top stockings and red heels. I wanted to impress and turn heads, and I think that this will do the trick.
Even though I had dressed to impress, I was still very nervous and ended up at the bar 20 minutes early. I did gain some confidence when I saw how many pairs of eyes followed me across the room, and the barman was waiting for my order as soon as I reached him. I was sat at the bar, enjoying my drink for just a few minutes before I saw the two men I was meeting enter the bar. I watched them look around the room for me, then their eyes lit up, and a very enticing smile graced both their faces.
As they approached, I decided that I was going to enjoy my evening, and gave them both a sultry kiss, while running my hands down their back to grip their bottoms. Clasping both their hands, I proceeded to lead them to an empty booth in the corner.
I was approached by Kinkywriter.com to see if I would like to review a few books. I certainly was not going to turn down an offer to read some kinky stories, so of course, I said yes, please.
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Hello, my name is Rachel, I would like to tell you about something that happened to me recently. After receiving a promotion at work, I needed to move to another country. I was both scared and excited at the prospect at the new job and a new country to explore on my own.
I travelled by plane, limited to just one small case, with the rest of my belongings would be transported by land.
As I didn't want to risk taking any of my favourite sex toys, "just in case". I thought that having only a couple of weeks with my fingers for company wouldn't be a problem. Plus, I could always look to buy something when I arrived at my new home to tide me over as it were.
I was given one month to settle in before I would start work. With nothing to do as yet, I decided that it would be a great idea to spend a few days getting to know the area. While exploring, I was surprised to find what looked like a small sex shop.
Although I had taken some language classes, I wanted to be sure this was a sex toy shop and not a brothel. So I watched the entrance for a while and saw plenty of couples, single men and women come and go from the store carrying shopping bags. This gave me the confidence to see what was on offer inside.
It was just like any other day. Kathy had got up early, then rushed around to get the kids ready for school. A trip to the supermarket followed the school run before getting home to do the housework.
Finally, she had some time to herself, and so she curled up on the sofa with a mug of hot chocolate and the local newspaper. She scanned the articles as she sipped at her drink, flicking through the pages absentmindedly.
An advert caught her eye and got her attention. It was an advert that was going to change her sex life forever, but she didn't know that just yet.
They had been planning this for weeks. Her first foray into the world of online exhibitionism or as she loved to tell herself porn.
Over the previous weeks, they had shared fantasies about things they could do in front of a camera with a live audience. It never failed to get her very wet.
This was the day, though. She checked and rechecked all of the things she had been told to get together. Her bag was bulging with the kinky contents. Laptop, webcam, dildos, lingerie and lube together with a video camera. She could feel warm dampness soaking into the gusset of her panties. She waited by the door for her Master to arrive; this only served to arouse her even further.
When he finally rang the doorbell, she nearly yanked the handle off the door in her haste to get started. She walked to his car, carrying her bag of sex toys and equipment. The only thing her Master said to her during the journey to the hotel was "Are you ready?".
I am delighted to be able to host this rather surprising story from a friend of mine who wants to remain anonymous.
I have felt for some time now like someone is watching me. It is a weird, hair stand up on the back of my neck kind of creepy. I have no reason to feel like this. I have made myself more aware of my surroundings. I have not noticed anyone that I see close by all the time, no vehicles or anything, no stalkers, it’s just a weird feeling that I cannot shake.
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My name is May More - no labels, very much an individual. I have a sex-blog where I write true life bondage tales illustrated by my own erotic photographs. Recently my passion for writing fiction has really taken off and occasionally I discuss more earnest issues such as censorship.
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By May More
“Eh, I do?” My mind began to tailspin: why am I standing here today?
I mean, you could say women have always been my passion. Let's start with the blonde bomb I fucked that first time, Jenny. I was a virgin but a cheeky one for sure. She was out of my league but still came after me. You know why? Because I already understood women. I studied the female brain for many years - a very curious organ. Often superstitious, for no particular reason, and always drawn by mystery. Of one thing I was certain - if you mixed the two you would have any woman interested.
This could have never have happened if I hadn't taken a position in the biscuit factory. My job was to put the messages inside the fortune cookies. Bored silly I thought long and hard – well I didn't get much action so I was often hard! Where was the harm? Just a laugh - see what happens. So I launched a thousand cookies with one message.
Here's your lucky number, call it and your fate will be revealed
It had been a week since she last saw her new Master in the cinema and she was both nervous and excited. Today was the day that she would have her first BDSM session.
She also planned on surrendering her virginity to her Master. It felt right to do so but the thought of losing her virginity both scared her and also turned her on like nothing else.
She approached the bus stop on a very cold January day with the wind biting into her face. Her nerves made her feet feel as though she was wearing lead boots but she wanted this, she needed it. Just as she arrived at the bus stop his car came to a stop beside her – “Thank god I am not late for my Master” she thought.
She opened the passenger door, took a deep breath and stepped inside fastening her seatbelt as her Master greeted her. The moment she heard his authoritative voice her nerves melted away. This was it, this was the day she had fantasised about for so many years.
The journey to the dungeon took about an hour and they chatted on the way. Her Master imparting words of wisdom that she soaked up. As they got closer she could feel the tell-tale indications that her nerves were getting the better of her.
When they pulled up outside the dungeon and then entered she couldn’t control her nerves anymore. She actually started trembling. Yes, it was cold in the dungeon and the heaters had only just been put on but this wasn’t just the cold it was her nerves getting the most of her.
It was a cold and blustery evening and a shudder ran down her spine as the cold wind whipped across her face. The first few drops of rain pelted her as she pondered whether her shaking was due to the cold or her nerves.
It was dark and she was stood in the shadows, her arms crossed in front of her in an attempt to stay warm. Standing under the advertising billboards she nervously shuffled from foot to foot.
She had arranged to meet him here in a public place for their initial meeting. They had been conversing online for so long and now was the time. It had been easy to set up the meeting whilst sat at home on her computer. It had been something that she wanted, no desired and it turned her on so much.
She’d let this Master know of one of her deepest fantasies and tonight was the night that she was going to live it out.
In the cold light of day though she started to doubt herself. What if he didn't like the look of her? What if he just didn't turn up? Each nagging doubt further eroded her already slim confidence.
Her nerves were so bad that they felt like they would consume her there and then. The butterflies in her stomach felt like they were doing somersaults.
She hesitated, almost tempted to walk away into the night, then He appeared from around a corner. He walked towards her calmly and confidently not saying a word. A smile crept onto his face as he looked at her intently as he approached.
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